Then I sank onto him, taking him inch by inch, watching as his head fell back, his lips parting in a choked moan. I rode him slow, deep, dragging my nails down his chest as I moved. His hands roamed my body; his rough palms against my soft curves, gripping my ass, guiding my movements. I didn’t stop. I squeezed around him, making him groan, dragging out his pleasure until he was cursing.
When I wrapped my fingers around his throat, his eyes snapped open, hazy with lust and something dangerously close to devotion.
“That’s right,” I murmured, riding him harder, my nails raking down his chest. “Take it.”
Every thrust, every grind, every moan that left his lips belonged to me. I fucked him like I owned him until we were both a trembling, writhing mess.. until he was gasping for breath.
He was close, I knew. We were both breathless and tangled in sweat and sin. I leaned down, kissing his throat.
I whispered against his skin softly. “Not yet, officer”
He was panting. He looked frustrated. I could feel the desperation in his eyes.
"Not done yet, officer."
He watched, as I rose and walked over him. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked towards the water bottle for him, casually tossing my hair as I secured it in a high pony. He followed my every move with his eyes, his anger simmering beneath a layer of barely concealed desire.
“There you go, you looked parched”.
He took a slow sip of the water, his eyes never leaving me. Meanwhile, I moved to the wooden bench in front of the full-length mirror, in the room. I sat on the edge, my legs dangling, and my toes curled. I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him to be.
I dragged a lazy finger down the bare skin of my thigh, then beckoned him closer with a single crook of my finger. "Come here, boy".
He hesitated. I tilted my head, the smirk deepening. "That wasn't a request."
My eyes were on him as he walked towards me. He was gorgeous. A stunning canvas of lean muscle, not ripped, but honed and functional. He was gloriously, unapologetically naked. And God, his glutes. Sculpted. Strong.
How I wished to smack it. A hot flush crept up my neck.
Fuck.
The air was tense. It was beyond lust. He was a feast, laid bare before me And I? I raked over him possessively hungry.
Mine.
He stood before me, his gaze burning into mine. He reached for me, his hands tracing the curve of my thigh.
His breath was hot against my skin as he growled, "You're going to regret teasing me like that."
I let out a soft chuckle, running a finger down his chest. "Doubt it."
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